Amazing Grace

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.

Oh, I see. Finally, when I open up my eyes in the mornings
To find her lying next to me, and when I dream-- finally, I see.
I see the way the world aches with this savior implanted through it’s heart.
How people die, in honor, for this god.

T'was Grace that taught...
my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear...
the hour I first believed.

Grace taught me to fear all right. To fear the desires I held holy,
While keeping her profane as my sacred path to righteousness.
Grace taught me that if I didn’t listen, she would excommunicate me,
Exile me, beat me, teach me the right way, show me how to love.
All grace ever taught me was how to fear.
And then I believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares...
we have already come.
T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far...
and Grace will lead us home.

Snares. How appropriate. As a child did you ever see the brutality of a bear trap?
The sharp teeth, and rusty metal designed to snare.
It’s as if the church, as if grace, wants to teach children careful hatred.
Because if those lambs stray, the stupid sheep will fall down a well Of homosexuality.
To drown in the profane...
at least to catch the disease.

The Lord has promised good to me...
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be...
as long as life endures.

Lying there, covered in sweat, after fucking a womyn I now love,
I finally began to believe. Not in grace.
In the righteousness of fucking. In pleasure and mutual appreciation.
In desire. In a womyn’s need to fuck.
Which grace has always kept banned.

When we've been here ten thousand years...
bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise...
then when we've first begun.

This god of mist, and heteronormativity rituals
Like marriage, and virginity.
The completeness of thrusting his sword into her sheath.
Because isn’t that what a vagina is? A sheath?
Since when did her VAGINA become storage?
Storage for his seed, ripe, fertile soil for his name to live on.
In his sons. And we sing about seeing.
We should sing about dying.

"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.